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~e hot ashes an‘ let it cool till lt ~~‘done.

	“Yas M1~5y,“ she continued,~‘I recoilects dat I ~ ‘bout twelve or~fo‘teen when de s‘render come, kaze a little atter dat I ma‘ied Pastor Ammonds. We walked ober to G-eorgetown an‘ it ~ de fus‘ time I eber had shoes, and 1 got dem furn oie Massa. I remember~dat I ma‘ied in a striped calico dress.“

	“Aunt Idolly,“ I said, “you‘re getting a little ahead of your storyQtell me something about your plantation life before the war.“

	~	“Well, honey, Massa Lee‘s place was ‘bout three miles long ant two miles wIde, and we raised cotton, cawn, ‘taters and all sorts of ve~etab1es. We had a mean ~berseer dat always wanted to whup us, but :qassa wouldn~t ~Liow no whuppin‘. Sometimes de massa would ride over ~e place on a hoss, an‘ when he corne up on de oberseer a4ussin‘ at a nigger, Massa say, ‘Don‘t talk rough to dat nigger when he dom‘ de ‘~:est he

	“My pappy had a little garden of his own back of his cabin, ant he raised some chickens for us to eat, an‘ we had algs nearly ev‘y
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	~De only work I done on de plantation w~z to nussorne little

n~c:~ers when dere mammy an‘ pappy wuz in de fiel‘s. Twarn‘t hard.

	“Nawsuh! I ain‘t never seed no slave in chaIns. Lassa Lee ¶:1~z a good man. He had a church built called de brush house, dat I:~a~ a f~Q~ and some seats, an‘ a top madeorten pine boughs, an‘ massa‘s

~	~:.E ‚ Lir . Cat o ‚ would preach eve‘ y Sunday . We sung songs lak 6 ~eere~

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~	ail babtized in de creek, but none of us ~ taught to read or write.

~	~ ain‘t never seed no slave run away. Us ~ treated

~	sine. Our folks ~ quality. We had plenty som‘n t‘eat, but dem

~	S18ve8 hadcla work powerful hard though. Atter dey come home furn de